The Jewish Museum, Berlin

Fifteen years since the wall,
the footage is of silence.
A man is breaking off pieces of a drinking glass
one snap at a time.

In Saxony today, 17% are unemployed, 9% are Nazi.
They call themselves borderliners, they start smoking early.

My dreams here are of the insides of things,
of the sounds of Friedrichstrasse and Sachsenhausen,
where once a madman got drunk and prepared for his suicide
while others prepared for his wedding.

Standing still in the tower,
with no opening for air or light,
there is nothing to deny.
There is just this,
death dark quiet,
in the house of goodbyes.